I had told my son about her, so I thought I'd take him by
And he was so amazed at all the tinsel and the lights
She laughed and told her stories of her Christmas memories
But nothing told it better than when she began to sing

CHORUS

The last time that I saw her, she didn't recognize me
Her hair was thin and she was frail, and she couldn't even speak
But I could sit down next to her, sing her favorite Christmas songs
And somehow, God only knows how
She could still sing right along